"Oh, yes; that is to say, he isn't here; he is over at the Seaview. He's stopping there, but he has been over here often."
"Oh, he has? And Lee is chaperoning Prudence, is he?"
"That's what he calls it; anyway, Prudence said of course she wasn't going out alone with Lord Maxwell. She said it would bore her to death to go alone with him."
"And so Leander goes to keep her from being bored to death?"
"Yes. She says Leander makes everything amusing."
"I wish, then, he'd come and amuse me. I don't have even Lord Maxwell."
"I'll tell Lee. You'll be sure to be down to-morrow, Rodney?"
So Mrs. Ffolliott swept out of the room. Lawrence turned again towards the window, magazine in hand. He seemed to read assiduously; he turned over the leaves regularly; his eyes ran along the lines scrupulously.
Presently there came a soft tap on the door. Lawrence's face brightened; he dropped the book on the floor and rose laboriously. He went to the door and opened it.
Carolyn stood there. She had on a hat and seemed in some haste. She carried a red rose in her hand.